Once this place used to hold the yin and yang scenery of Blossom Field. Now, there are miles of winding tundra. To the north, this tundra is cruel and dry, with wisping weaves of tall grasses. The ground is cracked and cold, and it hardly is ever moistened by dearly desired rainfall. To the south, the tundra becomes more prosperous - meadows of flowers and herbs grace the ground. Part of this connects near Elebeam Weargtreow - however it is an impassible field of poppy, which will put any wolf trying to cross it into a deep slumber, and eventually die.

Those looking to hunt here will find mice, snakes, and rabbits, along with pronghorns, bison, and javalinas.


Drowning in Memory


It was strange, to call a place other than Cold Summers her home. She had grown up there, and all of her solidified memories had been made there. The broken, shadowed memories from her puphood still rumbled around at the edges of her consciousness, but she was no longer bothered by them - after meeting her parents in the flesh and realizing what sort of vargs they were, she in fact had no desire to get to know them any better, nor did she care to unveil her hidden memories. In that aspect, her traumatic amnesia was a kind of saving grace, keeping her from the pain that was hidden from her younger years. All she remembered now was that she had siblings, that they had been covered all too often in fear, and that the river had stolen her away from them. Though it was that same river that could claim to have saved her life and given her one anew, she would also forever fear it for it had very nearly killed her. Now, even as an adult, she rarely went near either large bodies of water, or any water that had a moving force to it. As for fishing or swimming? She had never experienced either, and never wanted to. Something things would never change… but obviously something things would. Her change in parents, for example, had been for the better. And now with her change in pack… well only time would tell.

At first she had feared for the future of Cincinnatus’ reign when he had let loose the call announcing that they were to meet in Saw Tooth. After all, Apollonia had been living in Blossom Forest for years, and had heard about its fall from grace. It had started slowly, as did an avalanche. The smallest noise or disturbance would upset just a few flakes - for Saw Tooth, it had been Moth’s death that had started it all. She had been the glue holding the pack together, for she was both respected and loved, and her reputation was spread amongst all of the packs. But after she had died, everything had changed. The avalanched slowly descended, gathering speed and power until the whole of nature felt the imbalance and set about correcting it by wiping the slate clean. Thusly, Saw Tooth had been destroyed by fire and brimstone, lava and hellfire. Even in the other packs, the ash from the volcano had darkened the sky for weeks, and all had felt at least sympathy, if not straight out despair. And since then? None before Cincinnatus had returned to the pack. All feared the dangerous fumes that may still linger, and after all, how could wolves survive there if nothing else could? But upon crossing the ill-defined boundary and entering the pack, Apollonia found that everything was different than she thought. Instead of a barren wasteland ruined by destruction, there was a vastly overgrown wilderness. There were no paths made by prey, no scents of other wolves. It was a jungle that she had gotten utterly lost in, and yet it was preferable to the alternative. Yet after years of being used to the grasslands of Cold Summers, it was overwhelming and as if she was in another world, not just another pack.

And so, as soon as it was proper, she had fled from the land, needing some calm, needing to set her eyes on something familiar. Blossom Fields had seemed the appropriate choice. How often had she traveled there, wondering about the distinct line drawn between its two halves and correlated it to her own life, or rather life in general. The black and white of life and death, male and female, day and night. So, too, did it seem to extend to describe Saw Tooth, for it had been dead and now was almost too much alive. Apollonia’s pads chose to stroll onto the ashen land of the field, however, and inhaled deeply. Though whatever event had ruined this half had occurred many years ago - long before she had even come to Blossom Forest - it had not regrown. There was no smell of fire, but Cold Summer’s had perhaps forever burned the stench of it into her nares and so she smelled it, even here. Apollonia stumbled forward and sharply opened her lids, emeralds searching for the fire, heart pounding in fear. It only narrowly slowed when she remembered that there was no danger of it here… It had been odd, to be afraid, but she had had no option in it, for it had not been an enemy she could fight back against. Against the forces of nature, all creatures - Lera and Putnar alike - were utterly helpless. Shaking her head, she turned toward the live section of the field, abound with color and blossom and petal but froze, seeing the stranger lighted upon the large trunk. He, too, had chosen to walk in the land of the dead, but seemed to be searching for something. Slowly, with all the care in the world, she walked amongst the fallen ash so as not to disturb the corpses of the plants. Even still, perfectly engraved paw prints were left in her wake, and her russeted paws were left blackened. Nearing him, she opened her maw to call out to him for she felt utterly alone, in this place and in her home. “Why do choose this side and not the other, titan?

"I will vanquish all evil," She growls.

{Apollonia} :: {Femme Fatal} :: {Adult} :: {Tied to None} :: {Cold Summers} :: {Relations to Clementine, Bowen}


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